Damien Chazelle’s Babylon, a grandly ambitious Hollywood period drama (late 1920s, early 30s) about the changeover between silent and sound movies, won’t open until 12.25.22 — nine months hence. Brad Pitt, Margot Robbie and Tobey Maguire costar; also Olivia Wilde, Samara Weaving, Katherine Waterston. Eric Roberts. Jean Smart.Spike Jonze, Jeff Garlin.

A rough-cut version is being research-screened this week (I won’t divulge details about the date or location), and the invite contains the first semi-official confirmation that Babylon is looking at an epic-scaled running time — “slightly over three hours,” the invite reads.

The final version could end up shorter, of course.

I’m not an Oscars prediction guy — I’m an Oscars advocacy guy. That’s been my handle all along.

Example: I was an ardent Green Book admirer and supporter during the 2018 and ‘19 Oscar year, as I knew in my heart that Peter Farrelly’s film was a harmless, heart-warming period film (‘62) about a parent-child relationship that evolves and deepens over the course of a road trip through the racist South. Helping to defeat the anti-Green Book wokester cabal was a glorious HE satisfaction.

The principal HE advocacy issues this year:

(a) Penelope Cruz for Best Actress — HE has been way ahead of the pack on the value of Cruz’s Parallel Mothers performance for many months;

(b) King Richard is far more nutritious and moving and well-crafted than CODA or The Power of the Dog, and should win the Best Picture Oscar;

(c) Volodymyr Zelensky, an actor-comedian before becoming Ukraine’s president, gets to make a passionate plea & proudly affirm Ukraine’s pride and independence during the show if he wants to do this. I presumed yesterday that Zelensky does want a moment of Oscar’s time, or Sean Penn, presumably attuned to Zelensky’s thinking, wouldn’t have spoken so passionately about the matter on CNN;

(d) Spider-Man: Far From Home should have been Best Picture nominated in tribute to how excitingly & even profoundly it emotionally connected with hoi polloi ticket buyers, not to mention the fact that its success all but saved exhibition during a pandemic-and-streaming-besieged year; and…

(e) Stanley Nelson Jr. and Traci Curry’s Attica deserves to win the Best Documentary Feature Oscar over Summer of Soul, mainly because of its overall excellence plus the fact that it’s an actual documentary rather a found-footage showcase.

Handicapping the nominees & predicting winners is interesting as far as it goes but everyone does it — advocacy is where it’s at.

I’d rather hang out under the Aero marquee and shoot the shit with like-minded souls than attend all the hot pre-Oscar and post-Oscar parties this weekend.

Our first reaction to news of the sudden passing of a middle-aged rock musician is always the same. We all suspect “lifestyle issues” but it’s bad form to say that.

Sean Penn on Volodymyr Zelensky’s rumored-about Oscar telecast moment: “There are some who would say ‘politics are for another place’ and entertainment is [its own thing]. [But] there is nothing greater that the Academy Awards could do than to give Zelensky an opportunity to talk to all of us. And by the way, this is a man who understand movies and has had a very long and successful career in that.

“Now, it is my understanding that a decision had been made not to do it” — i.e., not to give Zelensky some Oscar air time. “If the Academy has elected not to do this…that will be the most obscene moment in all of Hollywood history, and I hope that’s not what’s happening….I hope that is not what has happened, and I hope that everyone [inside the Dolby theatre] walks out if it is.”

Hollywood Elsewhere is down on its knees in respect and tribute to Penn for saying this. Update: My presumption is that Zelensky is down with the Oscar message thing and has conveyed as much. If he hasn’t conveyed this and is indifferent to the idea, then perhaps it’s not something that needs to happen.

Giving Zelensky a forum for telling the worldwide Oscar audience about the horrors going on in Ukraine would be a blessed thing — the only blessed thing that the Oscar producers could possibly hope to bring to this three-hour telecast. The rest is all poppycock. I double-dare any HE commenter to step up the plate and tell me I’m wrong for supporting this. I double-dare you.

The notion of a U.S. President calling for the abrupt downfall of a Russian head of state is, you have to admit, fairly startling.

Not even Ronald Reagan went that far when he called the Soviet Union “the focus of evil in the modern world.” He didn’t call for Mikhail Gorbachev‘s ruin but the system he served.

It is noteworthy that Joe Biden‘s phrasing wasn’t alluding to an orderly electoral defeat of Vladimir Putin or by some other moderate measure — he was basically advocating the same kind of thing that Sen. Lindsay Graham called for two or three weeks ago.

Biden essentially said that Putin, a dictator, has to be somehow muscled out of power. In mafia-ese, that means “he’s gotta go.”

Literal quote: “For God’s sake, this man cannot remain in power.”

I also liked Biden calling Putin a “butcher” and a “tyrant.” I also liked “don’t even think about moving on one single inch of NATO territory!”

Sabre-rattling? Yes, of course, but that’s to be expected.

The analysis in Ross Douhat’s 3.25 N.Y. Times essay about the decline and near-collapse of the classic Hollywood theology and that once magnificent blend of quality-aspiring movies and the Oscar culture that promoted and celebrated them…the Douhat analysis is fairly spot–on except for one thing.

In order to fortify and burnish his reputation as a sensible, moderate, center-right columnist, Douhat declines to mention the central cancerous element that has, over the last five or six years, increasingly isolated Hollywood from the culture at large and prompted Joe and Jane Popcorn to reject the Oscar telecast in droves, especially in the wake of last April’s Union Station calamity.

In a phrase (or more precisely 22 words), Douhat declines to mention the climate of woke terror and the resultant overhauls and purges that have put the fear of God into everyone and everything.

Another essay, written by a Substack friend, says it plain. Here are some excerpts:

Note: Substack friendo fails to mention the Academy museum’s recent announcement that an exhibit focused on the Jewish-mogul founders will debut in the spring of ‘23.

First of all, if CinemaScore respondents give your film a B+, it basically means “meh, whatever, fine.” They almost never hand out C grades. Plus most of them figured The Lost City is just goofing off, and so they graded it on a goofy curve.

So where’s the joke? I wanted to laugh but…

This is hands down the spookiest police interrogation scene in the history of motion pictures, and the spook is 85% or 90% due to David Shire‘s scoring, which isn’t “musical” as much as…I don’t know what but it suggests the sound of a nightmare. Or of hell. It’s brilliant.

The 15-year anniversary of Zodiac‘s commercial release happened earlier this month (3.2.22).